Amber A Lee Frost Novels & Stories

A cold white mist spread rapidly, and within moments, the temperature plummeted to negative fifty degrees. I screamed desperately for help, but no one answered. At first, I could still hear faint voices outside the door, but my pleas were met with nothing but indifference. "Alpha Kenneth ordered you to reflect on your actions, Luna Irene. Please don’t make things difficult for us.” "Just open the door! The freezer powered back on. It’s too cold and dark in here. Get the pack's healer now!” However, nobody responded outside. They had all left. I wrapped my arms around myself and searched for anything to keep warm.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"Then I'll make sure your mood stays favorable, Luna." The deal was struck. After a few more pleasant words, the call ended. But Liora didn't drop her smile. No-her grin widened. The beloved Frost daughter, Moonviel's angel, was not at all what the city believed. To the world, Serena Frost was purity incarnate, the gentle soul every wolf adored. But here she was, arranging abductions, erasing trails, using others to do her dirty work. Fascinating. The Emberwood matriarch swirled the dark liquid in her cup, savoring the bitter aroma. "So this is the Frost family's jewel," she murmured, amused.

And then he plunged inside of me, as I screamed and cried out in pain… Feeling all the little sanity I had left knock out of my body. CHAPTER ONE AMBER My alarm pinged into a frenzy on my bedside table. I woke up from my slumber, stretching and yawning loudly. My name is Amber Amrezy. I’m thirty years old, and I live in Leeds, a city in England. I have long, jet black hair, caramel-coloured skin, big brown eyes, a pointed nose, and heart-shaped lips. I’ve been living in Leeds for two and a half years, ever since I ran away from my abusive ex-boyfriend Agron. With the way that Agron used to treat me, I was too paranoid to even leave my apartment most of the time. That was why I had a stay-at-

Bryan asked without looking up when Jeffrey opened the office door. “This is Amber, she’s Troy’s mate,” Jeffrey said and Bryan’s head snapped up. “Miss Amber, welcome to White Moon.” Bryan’s smile held a glint of malice as the two shook hands. Amber turned towards Jeffrey. “Get me a bourbon, it’s going to be a long day.” She turned towards the sofa as Jeffrey shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the drinks cabinet. Amber sat down and made herself comfortable. “What brings you to my territory?” Amber rested her hands on her lap. “I was told you needed a way into Black Claw to retrieve something that belongs to you.”

Not for long, anyway. When Frost emerges, he leaves the water running and points to Malix. I watch silently as Frost helps himself to a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt in the closet, then he refills his mug and joins me on the bed. He drapes his long body over the foot of the mattress and stares blankly at the wall, cradling his mug between both hands. We fall into the same silence, both of us stealing glances at Amora every few moments, as if she’s going to disappear.

Amber replied. “Alright girls, settle down before the food gets cold. You got here just in time.” Ellen sat across from Ezra while Amber sat across from me and next to her friend who looked like a Barbie doll and a supermodel at the same time. I get of felt ambushed. “Amber-Lace is my daughter. She’s a lawyer. A high profile one too and her best friend Katrina is a jack of all trades. She’s a real estate agent and a fabulous businesswoman!” Ellen said proudly.

She apologized to the surprised masseuse and wrapped herself in a silk robe. Amber was a woman on a mission. She didn’t even stop to gather her clothes from the spa. She didn’t give a fuck about all the stares and whispers she got from staff and tenants as she paraded through in nothing but a robe. She threw open the door to the penthouse and discarded her robe on the floor. The chef came walking out of the kitchen. He looked over her naked body and licked his lips. “Leo take me now! I can’t wait any longer!” she cried out.

Like a freckle on her nose that she had never really noticed before. She could see that her mother was about to tell her something extremely important. She always got that little crinkle on her forehead and she took a deep steadying breath. Leah braced herself for a tongue-lashing, but it didn't come. Instead, Amber calmly took her marked palm in her own and for the first time, Leah saw that she too had a mark. Their hands lit up and Leah started experiencing memory flashes.

POV: Selene Castellano Daniel Frost’s office looked like a man who made decisions. Everything was exactly where it needed to be. No decorative choices that hadn’t been considered. The desk faced the door rather than the window because Daniel Frost had decided long ago that he worked better without a view distracting him. He stood as they came in. Selene and Amara. He shook hands with Amara first. The handshake of two people who had already built a professional respect through the financial model and were now meeting the person behind the emails.